Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Drive Like Jehu to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.